“It
is not often that, I, Cindy Sheehan, am at a loss for words. I will try and
describe today, though.” [fromTruthout, August
13, 2005]

It is not often that, I, Cindy
Sheehan, am at a loss for words. I will try and describe today, though. It was
the most incredible, fantastic, fabulous, amazing, powerful, miraculous event I
have ever been a part of. I was so humbled and honored at the outpouring of
love and support that arrived in CampCasey today.

It was a busy morning of interviews
and problem solving. I had interviews with some network shows and a photo shoot
for the Vanity Fair article. Almost all of the reporters ask me if I
have accomplished anything at CampCasey and I think we
really have. We have brought the war onto the front pages of the newspapers and
the top stories of the mainstream media. It is really incredible that we are
doing so well in the media because I keep telling all of the reporters that I
am doing their jobs. I am asking the tough questions of the President that they
don’t ask.

We are also gathering people
together in this country who believe that this war is a mistake
and our troops should come home. I know people have been frustrated, either
sitting on the fence or apathetically sitting on the sidelines. I know before
Casey was killed, I didn’t think that one person could ever make a difference
in the world. Now I know that isn’t true. Not only can one person make a
difference, but one person, with millions behind her, can make history. I
really believe that this movement that began in Crawford, Texas
(does the irony escape anyone) is going to grow and grow and transform the
world. Like I said last night in my blog: hope is blossoming
in Crawford, because WE have the power.

The CBS reporter whom I met last
Saturday when I began this Holy War against the War of Terrorism that George
Bush is waging on the world told me that he has interviewed me 4 times this
week already. He told me that he has never, ever interviewed anyone 4 times,
let alone 4 times in one week. I was joking with the reporters that were here
last week that they should have brought me flowers on our one week anniversary.

The most fantabulistic (I needed a
new word, none of the old ones fit) thing happened in Crawford today. There was
a very insignificant group of counter-protesters across the way. At first the
Sheriffs let them stand in the street, until we politely pointed out to the
Sheriffs that we had to stay in the ditch last week. So they made them move
into the ditch. Although we are supposedly in Bush country, the counter-protest
was so small and weak. They had signs that said “Stay the Course.” I
appreciated that. I really believe they were telling me to stay the course. I
will.

We also met a man whose son was KIA
in Iraq
in November of 2004. He still loves George Bush and thinks we are doing great
things in Iraq.
By the end of the day we were drinking beer together and telling each other “I
love you.” I am telling you miracles are happening here in Crawford.

Anyway, back to the fantabulistic
thing that happened to day. We had a rally downtown in Crawford. Then the
people caravanned up to CampCasey. I was told to come
down to the point of the triangle to greet them. While I was walking down to
the point, I had a great view of Prairie
Chapel Road. There was car, after car, after
car!!! I started sobbing and I felt like collapsing. The cars kept on coming.
It took almost a full hour for them to all get to CampCasey, it was a miraculous sight to see. It was identical to
Field of Dreams.

People came from all over the
country to be here. We are building a movement and they are coming.

We don’t have a full count of all
the people who were there, but I would say hundreds. It was amazing and
awesome. I felt the spirits of all of our needlessly killed loved ones in the
presence of CampCasey. I felt their strength and the
wisdom of the ages with me in that wonderful place.

Today was George Bush’s
accountability moment, and he lost. Two young ladies from San Diego drove all night to get to the rally
and they had to leave tonight to get back home. One of them said: “Wow, we can
drive all the way from San Diego
just to meet you and he can’t even come down to the end of his driveway to meet
with you.”

George Bush: you work for me. I pay
your salary. Come out and talk to me. Anyway, I have a feeling you are about to
be fired!!!